Fighting Through It All [Dean Winchester fanfic] #Wattys2015

Chapter Six (Part Two)

I hang up the phone.

I bend over, tears streaming down my face, ugly noises I've never heard before coming from my body. I cry for many reasons. I cry because I'm crushed by losing Sam and Dean, but I also cry because I'm scared, terrified even. This is the life I've built for myself, with these two boys, and now I've got to knock it all over and start again. I don't know how to start again. I don't know how to continue. Azeriel tells me he'll get me started, but that's just the start. That doesn't mean the rest won't be hard.

I grab my bags, sniffle and wipe my eyes, and head out the door. Azeriel stands by my car, looking at me with sympathy. I want to glare at him, to be furious with him, but deep down I know he's right. I know if the angels are searching for me, then it's best to stay away from this job. I know he's right, but it's the realization that hurts.

He gives me a small smile, and I tell him I'm ready. I know I'm not, I don't think I ever will be, but what am I going to do. Within seconds, my car, my bags and I are in a new town. When I look around, it looks similar to the one I was just in. However, I stand in front of a new house, with a real estate agent standing in front of me, a smile on her face. I jump at the sight of her, scared by her sudden presence.
"So this is your new house!" She exclaims, and Azeriel puts a hand on my back to comfort me. He hands her a wad of cash, and tells her that it will cover the cost of the home. She nods, and leads me inside. I don't know how Azeriel set this all up, or how he figured all of this out, but the inside is completely furnished. Everything is picture perfect, clean, and set in place. It's my new home.

The real estate agent gets me to sign a couple things, and then leaves. I look at Azeriel, and he smiles at me. He opens his arms wide, looking around. "So, what do you think?"
I look around once more, and nod. "It's nice," I whisper. My chest still hurts, and I still feel down, but the house is in fact nice. We stand in the living room, with light blue walls and white couches, hardwood floors, and lots of windows. The house is really nice.
"I got a job interview for you, as a fitness instructor. All you have to do is tell them your name and they'll let you in," Azeriel explains, and I nod. He continues to explain things, like how the Visa on the kitchen table has $4000 on it, and that the neighbours will be over in about twenty minutes to greet me to the neighbourhood.

When he finishes explaining everything, phew wraps me in a hug. Despite my still-residing anger towards him, I hug him back, needing a hug more than anything. When we break apart, he holds onto my elbows, looking me dead in the eyes.
"I really am sorry, Myra," Is all he says before he disappears.

My arms drop to my sides, and I walk into my bedroom. The walls are light grey, and the bed frame is white wood. The comforter is a darker grey, with two big, grey pillows, two smaller white pillows, and a smaller yellow pillow. To my right is a walk-in closet, and to my left is a door to the master bath. Beside the closet is a large window the overlooks my side-yard, over looking the town. Above the bed are just three pictures of different designs, all painted in grey, white, and yellow.

When I open up my dresser, I find it stocked with clothing. I strip off my old clothes, and slide on new jeans, a floral tank top, and a grey, thin and flowy cardigan. I put my still-curled hair in a ponytail, and quickly redo my makeup, not able to stick with the smudged mess that was previously on my face. I also slip on white flats, just to have something on my feet. I tuck my leather jacket and my boots in the back of my closet, in the very back, not able to look at them. Just as I'm finishing getting ready, there's a knock at the door.

I sigh, and look at myself in the mirror that's in between my closet and the window. I look socially acceptable, but I still feel down in the dumps. However, I pull myself together, and walk out to the the front door. When I open it, there are three people standing there, all either bearing baskets or boxes.
"Hi!" I exclaim in a fake-cheery voice. I smile, pretending to look excited.
"Hey!" Is the chorused response I get.
"Oh, well don't just stand there, come on in!" I exclaim, stepping away from the doorway to let everyone in. There's two guys and one girl, and they all come in, kicking off their shoes to keep the floors clean.